Show Everyone Those Teeth

Illu was the first to peek out from the den, her silver eyes bright with interest. Scrabbling out, she adjusted herself quickly to appear as dignified as she could — a smile taking over her features from lips to the gleam in her eyes. She toddled up to her mother, peering over at the newcomer as she cocked a brow. “Mama. Who’s that?” She asked, her haunches coming to seat herself at one of Widow’s paws — tiny fores latching around her mother’s limb in uncertainty.

She didn’t actually care for what was happening, didn’t care of the seemingly stranger pup; nor the fact that they seemed… neglected. She wanted answers, and she wanted them now. But demanding things was not in her nature, so she chose a soft approach, and an emotional one at that. Who was this child? Why did they cling so closely to her mother? Illusion gazed at the boy, a quizzical mask hiding her jealousy.

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